The Pet Shop

You arrive at a modest building, labeled with a simple neon sign displaying the words "The Pet Shop". Before you have time to contemplate what this place could be, Jacque is already tugging on your nipples again, urging you to follow along with a sadistic smirk.

Without much of a choice, you enter the shop alongside your temporary "master" and his other ****, who's admiring all the cages, collars and leashes for sale with utmost fascination. You don't have much time to look for yourself however, as Jaque is finished talking to what appears to be the store owner, who opens a door leading to a back room, which you are promptly pulled into.

"Here we are mademoiselle." He and the other man stop in front of a machine with metal arms obviously designed to hold someone in place. "Raven, my dear, had one request for you, which I simply had to grant her, both as a reward for winning that bet and because it was simply such a good idea. Now, step forward."

Despite his passive tone of voice, he doesn't give you a second to react before simply giving you a push so that you stumbled into the machine. All your moaning and complaining didn't serve you well, as the metal arms picked you up and undid your previous bondage.

The brief thoughts of escape are quickly quelled as your body is covered neck to feet in a thick black goo, which quickly becomes a latex suit after the machine bends your hands to your shoulders and your legs to your buttocks.

As you're placed back on the ground you're only able to stand on your elbows and knees which had been padded, assumingly to accommodate for exactly this scenario. "Oui mademoiselle, Raven was right, you do make a pretty kitty." Having a hard time standing up on your new four paws, Jaque smacks your ass before picking you up and tossing you over his shoulder.

"Now we are ready to go home. See, I simply didn't need a second ****, but a pet cat..." He smirks as he straps you into the trunk of his vehicle using the suit's built-in o-rings. "... I have always wanted one of those." He winks and slams shut the trunk after stuffing you full of the same toys that Meloadia got, as well as securing a dildo that he shoved through your ring gag.

Consumed by darkness and somehow even more humiliated than after the bar, you succumb to the pleasure of the toys as you loose track of how long you're in the trunk.